Chapter 1142: This Place Is Perfect

Chapter 1142: This Place Is Perfect



Once Archer had finished with the Chasm Widows, he returned to the real world and found himself in the dense jungle. That's when his senses picked up another monster which caught his attention.

He started making his way toward them and sent Elara a message, 'How are things on the coast? There are thousands of creatures lurking in the jungle. We could train a jungle legion as Avidia and Orientia are full of jungles.'

Seconds later, the dragonkin woman answered, 'Everything's fine. We've taken out some monsters that tried to attack the wall, but that's it. And that's a good idea. The kingdom needs to have legions trained in different areas of war.'

Following that, Archer continued until coming across a massive swamp that was blocked by the sea of trees. He quickly Blinked to get onto the branches above and noticed the monsters he was searching for.

The creature was half the length of a human, but its smaller stature did nothing to lessen its ferocity. It was a menacing sight, with four clicking mandibles that snapped open and shut, and a spiked tail that effortlessly pierced through the body of a fish in the murky swamp water.

"This thing is a massive dragonfly!' he thought.

Archer noticed its dark chitin armor and the numerous glinting eyes that darted about, vigilantly scanning its surroundings. He shook his head before scanning the monster to see what rank it was.

[Venomwing Dragonfly]

[Rank S]

'Oh shit, it's strong,' he mused. 'I'm going to kidnap these creatures.'

Following that, Archer used Mana Manipulation to go invisible and started traveling through the swamp as the Venomwings passed by without seeing him. He grinned before going deeper into the wilderness.

An hour later, he came to a halt on a sturdy branch, just a short distance from a massive hive suspended above the water. He watched as hundreds of workers busily gathered water, ferrying it back into the hive in an endless rhythm.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he observed the activity, and then he began making his approach. When he got close, bigger Venomwings rushed out of the hive and started patrolling the swamp.

Archer watched the hive to see if more workers would emerge. Perched on a branch near the hive, he remained hidden as the larger creatures flew past, their attention fixed elsewhere, unaware of his presence.

Half an hour later, they returned to the hive, which caused him to make his move. Archer flew across the swamp before entering the Venomwing home. The walls were sticky, but that's when he quickly realized it went below the swamp.

'Interesting. I'll create one of them in the Domain,' he pondered.

Archer strolled down the tunnels before coming to the first chamber where Venomwing workers were tending to larvae that were hidden in small holes in the walls. After traveling for a while, he came across the queen of the hive.

Without wasting time, a helmet appeared as she muttered a saying her father always used before battle, "Into the fires of battle, unto the anvil of war."

She shot forward like a streak of lightning, her movements a blur. Reaching the shield wall, she leaped effortlessly over; the air crackling with power. In an instant, she raised her blade and slammed it into a mutated troll, carving through its flesh with a single, brutal strike.

Elara's blue eyes burned with fury as the swarm closed in around her. She could feel the crushing weight of their numbers, but instead of retreating, a wild grin spread across her face. "I need to go beyond one hundred percent to save the legion," she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper. "It's time to surpass it."'

Her body surged with raw power, and the surrounding air crackled. In an explosion of light, her mana erupted from her, a storm that swept across the battlefield. With a battle cry, Elara charged forward, her blade dancing like a wraith.

Monsters fell before her, decapitated, cleaved, torn apart as each strike more vicious than the last. Her movements blurred faster than the eye could follow. She became an unstoppable

force.

Elara was the storm that made her way to the Giant that was preparing the fight as it swung a massive stone club at her. She grinned before sidestepping the gigantic monster and slicing through its ankle.

Blood splattered across the ground as Elara gritted her teeth, her blade trembling with the strain of slicing through bone. Despite the resistance, she pressed on relentlessly, her strikes

unyielding.

Around her, the legion clashed with its minions. Following that, she had to dive out of the way as the monster tried to crush her. She quickly noticed the Giant loomed above her, its hideous form a mass of claws, twisted flesh, and bony spines.

The swarm buzzed around like a storm, darkening the sky with their sheer numbers, but her focus was unshaken. She tightened her grip on her blade, its edge glinting because the afternoon soon beamed down.

The Giant lunged, a massive hand tearing through the air. Elara rolled to the side with fluid precision, the ground splintering where she had been. She quickly dashed forward, her blade glowing faintly with the enchantments.

She spun low, slashing at the beast's ankle, severing tendons with surgical precision. The Giant roared in agony, staggering and crashing to one knee, shaking the earth with its weight.

"Now to end this," she whispered with a grin before launching herself upward, using the Giant's lowered arm as a springboard.

With unmatched speed, she climbed the creature, her strikes targeting weak points-joints, exposed veins, and cracks in its armored hide. Each blow sent a shudder through the monster

as it writhed in pain.

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